A Life for a Life, Թողարկում 30

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Hurst and Blackett, 1879 - 370 էջ

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Էջ 176 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, —...
Էջ 155 - Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
Էջ 187 - em away. Old Year, you must not go ; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old Year, you shall not go.
Էջ 337 - His pity for sinners — into the doctrine of eternal torment, the worm that dieth not, and the fire that is never quenched.
Էջ 202 - She had not only a vehement abhorrence of capital punishment, but, to quote from her book, she maintained " that any sin, however great, being repented of and forsaken, is, by God, and ought to be by man, altogether pardoned, blotted out, and done away.
Էջ 239 - ... on. The devil was in me, as I said. I sprang at him, my strength doubled and trebled with rage, and, catching him unawares, dragged him from the gig, and threw him violently on the ground ; his head struck against one of the great stones — and — and — Now, you see how . it was. I murdered him. He must have died easily — instantaneously ; he never moaned nor stirred once ; but, for all that, it was murder. Not with intent, God knows. So little idea had I he was dead, that I shook him as...
Էջ 124 - Dumblane. How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft faulding blossom, And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o' green ; Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom, Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o
Էջ 234 - Kirk, with country manses, wives and families — not one of them but would say as I say if you spoke to him of Dallas Urquhart. Being five years my elder, he had almost ended his curriculum when I began mine; besides, we were at different colleges, but we went through some sessions together — a time on which I look back with peculiar tenderness, as I think all boys do who have studied at St. Andrew's. You English do not altogether know us Scotch. I have seen hardheaded — possibly hard-hearted...

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